Later, when she thought about it again, she suddenly slapped her forehead, "Nangong Ye, isn't that the General Nangong whom the common folk in the Capital City of Dajin hold in such high esteem?"
The original owner's husband was actually such a figure?
Impressive indeed, no wonder she had always felt like she had been to the Capital City before, entered the Imperial Palace, and even stayed at that Inn.
Nan Feng wondered, what should she do next?
Should she approach that Nangong Ye, let him take her out first, and then tell him the truth, saying she's not his wife?
Or should she just accept the mistake and act as his wife?
No, she couldn't take what belonged to someone else.
Yet now, whenever she thought of that Nangong Ye, she couldn't sleep.
Could there really be such coincidences in the world, a man one glance at whom was unforgettable for a lifetime?
